“I didn’t ask a question. I gave an order. What’s your safe word?” His words came out accompanied by a low growl that sort of rumbled along her flesh because they were so close.
“Red.” They had always communicated using red, yellow, and green during scenes. Red meant stop. Green told Alex that she was fine, and yellow meant she was feeling some anxiety. She was really, really yellow right now, but that wasn’t what he’d asked. If she kept pushing him, she would only find herself in more trouble. Alex was testing her, pushing her boundaries to see if she could really do the job she’d signed up for. They would have to do some scenes, and those scenes would involve intimacy. He wasn’t asking for anything truly unreasonable.
Eve relaxed and let her legs fall open. They were facing away from the glass doors. No one could see what Alex was doing. And, again, it wasn’t like most of the people in the condo hadn’t seen her naked at one point in time.
She shivered a little as his big hand cupped her knee and started to make its way up her thigh. He was so warm, so big and safe.
“You need to really think about that safe word, pet.” His breath played along her skin. He was whispering, his lips brushing against the curve of her ear. “While we both agree on how to practice, we’re not going into this club as Alex and Eve. I have to be rough. I have to be completely in control. I have to play into what these men think D/s should be, and these are not nice men.”
He moved his knees apart, forcing her legs to spread further. A cool breeze hit her pussy, reminding her how nice it could feel to be completely naked. She wasn’t able to focus on all the reasons why it was wrong. Alex would keep her safe. Alex would watch their back while she got to relax and simply feel.
How easy it was to fall back into old habits.
“Don’t tense on me. I mean it, pet. If I have to retrain you, I will.”
Which meant spankings and not the erotic kind. She didn’t particularly want to spend the whole day with a sore backside. Alex meant to have his way, and when he got that tone of voice, there was no negotiating. She forced her muscles to relax, her brain to give over.
“Very nice. Such a good little pet. Have I told you how pretty you look today?” His fingers skimmed her labia, and she had to remind herself to breathe.
“No, Master.” Every word from his mouth just got her hotter. She could feel her pussy softening, getting slick and ready.
His fingers slid easily across her flesh, scraping her clitoris with erotic intent. “That was a mistake on my part. You look lovely, all soft and tousled. I like you like this. And I have to admit, I think the longer hair looks lovely. It isn’t a wig?”
How did he expect her to think when he was rubbing her clit in tight little circles? Except that was probably the point of this exercise. He was forcing her to think through the pleasure, to not forget that they were playing a part. “No. Serena had a friend of hers open her salon early, and she dyed my hair and gave me extensions.”
“Can I pull on them? You might like having your hair tugged on.”
He knew damn well it turned her on, but he seemed intent on pretending he didn’t. And she was close, so close. The tension was building deep inside.
“Do you like what I’m doing to your pussy, pet? Do you enjoy having my fingers on you? This is why I can’t have my sweet little pet wearing panties. I want access. I want to know that I can stroke you anytime I like. That’s the way this is all going to go from here on out. My way. I’ll have you when I want you, how I want you, and you will thank me sweetly for it at the end of the day.”
“Yes, Master.” She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“That’s right. Keep quiet. I’ll tell you when I want you to scream for me.” His thumb stayed at her clit, but a finger slipped inside her, massaging her vaginal walls, stroking her in just the right place. “Today is going to be a learning experience for both of us. Let’s set some ground rules. No talking to the other men. I’m going to be very territorial about you. They’ll figure out quickly that I’m a possessive freak with violent tendencies and they should stay away from my sub. I need you to study everyone very carefully. Be submissive. Cling to me, but keep those ears open and your brain working. That’s what I need from you. If I need to leave you alone, I expect you to go to the kitchens and stay with Sean. Is that clear? You are not to be alone unless you’re in the women’s locker room, and even there I would prefer you take Kristen with you. Say ‘yes, Master.’”
She would say anything he wanted her to. “Yes, Master.”
A second finger joined the first. She could feel the thick line of his erection against her ass. Was this what he was planning on doing for the next several weeks? Was this his idea of keeping her in line? Because it was totally working.
“Come for me.”